"Maleficus"

Author: PsychoKittyUK
Category: Slash
Rating: M+
Content Warnings: WINCEST. (Set before Provenance)

Disclaimer: They are not mine nor is Supernatural. I wish they were, cuz oh the fun i'd have!
If you don't like Slash, then don't read it!
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Thanks to skycandygirl for being my Beta!
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Also, I borrowed a name, from someone who reviewed my last story, so I hope they don't mind!

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Chapter 2

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As soon as they arrived at the Hospital, Sam enquired at Reception about the young woman who had just been brought in.Dean sat down in a nearby chair holding his head, watching Sam's conversation. He glanced at the clock on the wall, it said 9am.

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"Ok, all they can tell me at this point, is she has been taking down for a scan and some other tests.
They will let us know as soon as the results come back."

"Great."

"You ok?"

"I'm just awesome."

"Maybe we should get a Doctor to look at you."

"No. I'm fine."

"Do you have a headache?"

"Nothing big."

"What happened back there Dean? One minute you were checking on that woman, the next you fai..."
Dean scowled and Sam paused then said, "for some reason was on the ground, unconcious."

"I must have got shocked from the car or something. Probably one of those foreign electric pile of shi..."
He received a frown from a passing nurse, shutting him up.

"It wasn't an electric car Dean."

"Faulty wiring or something, caused from the crash. I don't know, who do I look like? East Coast Customs?"
Dean ranted, then froze, his hand shot to his mouth. Then he grabbed the trash bin by the wall and emptied the contents of his stomach into it.

"Dean?"

Dean continued to hurl until he was dry heaving.

"That's it! I'm getting a Doctor, you might be concussed."

Dean tried to say no, but was prevented by another bout of sickness.

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Dean was pissed. He felt like crap, his head still hurt and some quack was continously shining a light in his eyes and asking him how he was feeling. Dean's butt wiggled on the table he was sitting on, gritting his teeth as he said he felt fine. That caused Sam to send him evil looks. Especially when Dean said it was probably due to shock.

That made Sam snort. A woman crashing her car from a blow out, compared to what they did, was the last thing that would shock Dean. Dean just wanted to get the hell out of there and Sam knew it.

"Ok Mr Kilmister, everything seems to check out fine. You're free to go, but if you get anymore symptoms, or the headaches and vomiting get worse, then please don't hesitate to come back."

"Thank you Doctor, he won't!" Sam replied as Dean got up off the table and shot him a 'oh yes I will' look. "Come on, let's see if there's any news on the woman."

"I'm not."

"Dean, if you do get worse, you are."

"No way, they've done enough prodding and poking to last me a lifetime."

"Dean!"

"What?"

Sam gave him a 'you have no say in this while i'm breathing' look and Dean went quiet.

"Ok, we have the results back. And Miss Meehan, the young woman brought in this morning, has had to have been placed into a coma."

"Coma!"

"Due to the extent of her injuries, mainly head trauma, the Doctor felt this was needed for her to recover. Unfortunately, it seems she lost the baby she was carrying."

"What?"

"She was six months pregnant at the time of her accident."

"Oh God!" Sam pushed his hand to his mouth. Dean just closed his eyes.

Another soul lost that he couldn't save.

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TBC...